Adam’s head was throbbing and pounding. Despite his headache, though, all he could think of was how horribly he had treated her the day before. That wasn’t him. He didn’t treat women like that. He had just panicked at the thought of wanting her again so soon after he’d just had her.
“Listen, sugar…” He started to laugh a little, which caught her attention, and she looked back up at him. “Maybe it would help to not call you that if I knew your actual name.”
Laughter filled the room as they both gave in to the humor of his statement. Here they had shared the most intimate act two people could share, and he didn’t even know her name but instead referred to her as an ingredient in candy.
Trying to compose herself, she told him. “It’s Chelsea, Chelsea Hart.”
“Chelsea Hart, huh? That’s a pretty name.” He brushed some strands of her blonde hair out of her eyes. “Chelsea, please look at me.”
She did as he asked and looked up. “Adam, I…I need to explain something to you. I don’t do…I mean, I did, but I don’t and…oh, crap, this is coming out all wrong.”
“Shh. It’s okay. You have nothing to apologize for. I know I was rough, and worse, I treated you badly. I’m the one who should be apologizing. I mean, I am…apologizing, that is…hell, I’m not very good at this either.”
They smiled politely at each other for a few moments, neither one of them really sure what to do or say. Adam was the one who broke the silence first.
“Chelsea, I have to ask, why did you come over yesterday? What made you pound on my door when you clearly hated me with a passion?”
“I didn’t hate you, I…” She smiled. “Okay, yeah, I hated you, but I went outside to go to the mailbox, and I heard this scream—no, not even a scream but a loud howl, and then I heard a large crash and…I guess I just needed to make sure you were okay.”
He was surprised by her admission. Mere minutes before she had come back over to his house yesterday, she had made it very clear that she didn’t like him. Yet at the thought of him being hurt, her first instinct was to check on him.
She was sweet. Just like his nickname for her suggested. She was sweet like sugar. He watched her as she fidgeted nervously on his couch. God, she was pretty. Sweet and pretty and so damn sexy. Even with his raging hangover, he couldn’t control the stir he felt at the sight of her.
He remembered what it was like to kiss her yesterday. The way her plump lower lip felt as he nipped at it and ran his tongue along it. He wanted her. He knew he should send her away now. He had apologized for the way he treated her, he made things right, and the best thing to do would be to walk her home and never look at her or be so near her ever again. Fuck that!
Adam took his hands and cradled her face with them. He just needed to kiss her, to taste the sweetness he remembered from yesterday. After he had that, he’d be able to send her away. There was no way it could be as good as he remembered.
“Adam…I…what are you—” She was silenced.
He bent his head down and crushed her lips against his. He let out a groan when she met him with an urgent swipe of her tongue.
Damn it, he was wrong. She tasted even better, sweeter than he remembered. He stroked his tongue along hers, licking it until he felt his cock throb as he grew instantly hard.
Grabbing onto her, he pulled her to a standing position before him. He watched her hazel eyes swim for him again. The colors literally danced, telling him how much she wanted him.
He reached up to her shorts, thankful they were the drawstring kind and he didn’t have to deal with buttons and a zipper. He pulled one of the ends of the string loose and reached his fingers inside the waistband.
He was struck with an all-consuming lust when he saw her head drop back and she let out a small moan at the feel of his hands sliding the shorts past her hips and down her legs.
“Chelsea…take off your shirt, sugar.” He watched and waited for her reaction to his nickname for her and was very pleased when rather than protest, she did what he asked.
“Yeah, that’s it. God, you’re sexy. Take off your bra,” he told her while he was rubbing tiny circles with his thumbs along her waist as he held her securely in his grip.
He watched and waited as she unclasped her bra and slid the straps down her arms, revealing the plump, round beauty that he remembered from yesterday.
Adam pulled her closer and took possession of one of the red, erect centers and sucked on it until he felt her back arch and heard her cries of pleasure. The little, darted point was driving him mad as he flicked his tongue across it.
Roughly and without thinking, he pulled her into his lap, forcing her toned thighs to straddle him. He didn’t give her time to protest his actions as he latched onto the other one and squeezed and played with them both in alternating rhythm.
He loved how they filled his hands so completely. His restraint was slowly being tested as he heard her little whimpers of pleasure. If he wasn’t so transfixed by the feel and texture of her beautiful tits, he would have ripped off his jeans and thrust into her right then. He couldn’t manage to pull himself away from them, though.
“Ah, fuck,” he muttered against her heated flesh at the feel of her rocking against his body.
She was riding him, stroking his already unbearably hard cock, and he could feel the wetness from her panties as she ground against him. She wasn’t just testing his control. She was wreaking havoc on it.
Chelsea couldn’t ignore the way his soft yet deep voice sent chills racing across her flesh. Nor could she explain in any rational way what it did to her when he had asked her to stay.
Chelsea was on fire for him. The flame she felt when he first kissed her did nothing in comparison to the feel of his jean-clad erection sliding against her clit. She was dripping with her need for him. Just like yesterday, she didn’t remember ever feeling so completely uninhibited as she did when he was touching her.
She vaguely heard Adam say something, but it didn’t register—that, or she didn’t care. All she needed was for him to keep sucking on her nipples so wonderfully, just like he was. The sensation shot little explosions off in her lower belly and ricocheted down to her pussy.
Grinding against him, she couldn’t get close enough. She knew she was working herself into a frenzy, but she needed the friction, needed to rub herself up against him to alleviate the ache. It felt so good on her clit. She couldn’t stop rocking against his hardness if she tried.
“Oooh…Adam…” Her breaths were ragged now as she squealed out the two words.
“That’s it, sugar. Come on, ride me, that’s it, stroke my cock with your pussy,” he demanded of her as he moved his attention yet again to another nipple.
She wanted to. Oh, how she needed to. She was so close. She could feel the fire spreading and burning deep inside of her. There. Right there. She just needed to be a little closer and, “Oh, Adam! Yes!”
Adam worked his jaw and ground his teeth together at the sight of her deep in the midst of her climax. She looked amazing. Her head was flung back, her hips were rocking, and a liquid heat poured out of her, coating the front of his jeans. When she was done and came down from her orgasm, he was going to make her do that all over again. The look of her when she came had to be the most erotic thing he’d ever seen in his life.
Chapter 10
Chelsea was vaguely aware of her surroundings when she opened her eyes and looked into the deep brown chocolate of Adam’s. Unsure of what to say, she turned her head away.
“No, don’t do that,” he told her, using his forefinger to bring her chin back to facing him. “Did that feel good, sugar? Did you like riding me, making yourself come?”
She nervously nodded, not fully able to understand what it was about him that made her forget herself and just get lost in touch and sensation.
A smile full of primal, male satisfaction covered his face. “That’s good. Damn, do you have any idea how sexy you are? I wanna take you to bed, sugar. I wanna have you like
I did yesterday. Will you let me do that?” He was licking her lower lip as he uttered his request.
“Yes.” It was the only word she was able to squeeze out as her throat tightened with desire.
No matter how fast her heart was racing, she knew she was acting like a brazen, sex-starved hussy. She just couldn’t help herself. There was something about him, about his eyes, the way they stroked over her, just like his hands did, that left her with no qualms, no reservations. The only thing that mattered was being touched by him. Her thoughts were interrupted as he gripped her ass firmly and stood with her still wrapped around him.
A small whimper tore from her throat at the feel of her already swollen clit grinding against him again. She was so sensitive from her orgasm, yet it felt so good to get that friction once again.
“Shh. I’ve got you.” He carried her back to the bedroom and set her down on the edge of the bed.
When he pulled away from her, she thought it was to get undressed, but instead, he stepped back a few feet and ogled her. From the position he had set her down in, her legs were still spread widely, and she felt her nipples tighten even harder when he stared at her wet panties.
“Lift your legs,” he said.
Chelsea listened to the deep rasp in his voice and knew that he wasn’t asking her, he was telling her. She positioned her hands on the bed behind her for support and lifted her shaking legs in the air.
When he came toward her, sliding his hands up her outer thighs and grabbing at the sides of her panties, she had to bite her lower lip to keep from moaning. His touch, no matter how slight, was beyond arousing. He literally set her on fire over and over again.
She wanted him. She had just gotten herself off by grinding her body against his and was completely vulnerable in her current position, but she had a distinct feeling that there was nothing she wouldn’t do to have him take her just like he had yesterday.
She shivered at the memory of how hard and fast it had been. At how he slammed into her, deep inside, touching parts of her that had never before been touched. The chills sent goose bumps racing across her flesh.
He pulled the panties off of her ankles and lifted the small patch of wet satin to his mouth and nose. He inhaled and closed his eyes. She watched him, with her legs still in the air, him still holding one in his hand with his body positioned between her feet. She could feel the fire growing, spreading again.
Adam breathed in her scent. Somehow, a painful ache filled him as he swelled even larger and harder than he already was. Could it be because it had been so long since he’d buried his face between a willing woman’s thighs? Why did the smell of her climax soaking her panties make it seem like he hadn’t lived until just that very moment?
Abruptly, he opened his eyes and looked down at her. He released his hand from holding her leg and reached down. He made an audible sound of torment when he slid his fingers inside her pussy. She was completely drenched with her creamy passion. Then, just as quickly as he inserted the two fingers, he slid them back out, brought them up to his mouth, and sucked the juices clean off.
His eyes glinted with lust for her. She was his. He could take her in any way that he wanted to. He knew that. She was showing him, in her eyes, the way she looked at him. The way she did exactly everything he told her to.
The tiny taste he had just had wasn’t enough. He needed to taste more of her, all of her. In one fluid motion, he dropped to his knees and grabbed the backs of her thighs, pushing her legs back and over her shoulders.
Quickly and without mercy, he placed his whole mouth against her glistening folds and separated them with nothing more than his tongue. A feral groan tore from his throat and reverberated against her sensitive flesh. Sweet did not even begin to describe the taste that was consuming him. Her scent, the erotic aroma of her passion, was his undoing.
He released his hands from her thighs, never moving his mouth from where it was feasting so ravenously. Rapidly he began to undo his jeans, seeking relief from the constraint of the tight-fitting denim.
Relief washed over him when his cock bobbed out from its restraining confines. Wiggling out of them, he refused to break contact with the succulence of her juicy sex. He wanted to fuck her, to drive her insane and make her come again, but he couldn’t help himself from needing to lick and taste every part of her.
His question of whether to continue or stop was answered when he heard her moans get louder, felt her breathing come more rapidly. She was climbing again. She was going to come, and he was going to have the pleasure of feeding on her as she did.
Only moments passed until he heard her scream in ecstasy. His tongue had just slid inside her tight slit, and he felt her muscles contract and retract several times before the gush of creamy nectar shot out to him, forcing him to drink her and all that she had to give him.
It took him a second to gain his control and rein in his pounding lust. When she first came and flooded his face and mouth, he swore he was going to go off, too. Fuck, what was it about her that drove him insane, beyond reason?
For nearly a minute, as she continued to scream and shiver beneath the ministrations of his tongue, he continued to lap up her juices. His restraint was almost broken. He just needed to taste her for another moment, just another second and—his concentration was broken by the feel of her tugging on his hair.
He looked up at her. Her eyes were heavy lidded and dazed. She looked like she’d just woken up from an incredibly erotic dream, horny and ready to be fucked. Only she had just come twice, and she was still wanting, needing more. Damn if he wouldn’t give her exactly what she wanted.
Adam moved out from in between her thighs and slid up her body. His sole focus had been to slide into her and lose himself in her sweet heat. She surprised him, though, by grabbing the sides of his face and pulling him down for a kiss.
She was licking all around his mouth and chin, laving kisses inside his mouth and stroking his tongue with hers. He was confused by her ardor. His little sugar was turned on beyond any amount of control at tasting herself. There was no way he could even describe how much that aroused him. Licking and sucking on his mouth and chin, she was ravenous, trying to get more of the sweet taste that he knew was so good.
She was rocking against him, lifting her hips, trying to gain leverage to make him slide inside of her. He loved how she was completely out of control for him.
Adam allowed her a few moments of devouring him. Then he slowly pulled her away. Raining kisses along the sides of her face, down the side of her neck, he tried to calm her.
“Chelsea,” he whispered in her ear, “what do you want, sugar? Do you want me to fuck you? Huh? Like I did yesterday…is that what you want?”
“Yes!” She all but screamed her answer. Surprised by her response, she opened her eyes and looked at him. Her feeling of shock disappeared when she saw the lust in his eyes.
Chapter 11
Adam stared at her for a moment. He needed to be inside her, pumping into her over and over again. That would get rid of his ache. Then he could forget about her and concentrate on what he promised himself he’d do when he woke up in that hospital bed.
Fuck! The way her eyes incinerated his soul was maddening. He couldn’t wait anymore. He reached down with one hand, lifted one of her slim and toned thighs, and readied himself for her glistening pussy.
“Adam?” Her breathing was ragged as she continued to rock her hips, trying anything and everything to get him inside of her.
Damn her and her eyes. They called out to him, just like her soft, pleading voice did as she was clearly begging for him to fuck her. The entire world washed away as he drove into her. They both froze. Their bodies were fused together, and their eyes connected.
He had no idea what was wrong with him. He also didn’t understand why at that moment, he didn’t want to move or do anything that might change what was happening. Staring at her, his chest tightened, and a pain seared inside him. It was a feeling he didn’t like and he certai
nly didn’t welcome.
Chelsea was overcome with arousal. Her thoughts, her actions, and her body were out of her control. Never in her life had she ever felt such an elemental need to be filled before. The glorious sensation of Adam being inside of her should have been enough, but it wasn’t. She needed more. She needed him sliding in and out of her, stroking her inner walls until she exploded in orgasm, just like he did yesterday. She needed it so badly she could almost scream from the agony he was causing her.
“Adam…please…I need…”
“Shh, I’ve got you, sugar,” he told her before placing a light kiss to her lips.
In that moment, she saw a tenderness in his eyes that wasn’t normally there, at least not from what she’d seen. The moment itself, though, was short lived. As quickly as she had seen it, it disappeared.
Suddenly and with a fierce look in his eyes, he started taking her just as she had wished for. He was thrusting and driving into the deepest parts of her. There was no finesse, nothing delicate about the way their bodies were slamming against one another. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh mixed with their heavy breathing echoed in the otherwise quiet room.
Only seconds had passed, and she could already feel that hot, tingly sensation clawing at her insides, desperate to break free. She was so close, teetering on the edge. If only she could get that final…her mouth dropped open in shock. He stopped?
“Adam, what’s wrong?” She tried to pull herself up into a sitting position, but her limbs were numb and shaking from the orgasm she’d had only moments ago.
He stood across the room, leaning over the edge of the dresser, whispering something to himself that she couldn’t quite hear.
“Adam?” She found herself scared. Was he going to kick her out again? “Adam, please, say something.”
Abruptly, he turned to face her, and the look of anger she saw on his face was confusing to her. What could she have done to make him so mad? She was about to ask him when he spoke.
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